Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Urselle. All the underground hits.

All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Pharoah Sanders, Radiopuhelimet, Cymande, Crispian St. Peters, Joy Division, the Slits, The Remains, Grauzone, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Leaves, Yazoo, Ten City, Sound Behaviour, Kenny Larkin, Gil Scott Heron, John Lydon, The Litter, Can, Camberwell Now, Kerrie Biddell, Subhumans, Brick, The Music Machine, The Searchers, Bush Tetras, Harpers Bizarre, Lindisfarne, Byron Stingily, Marmalade, The Count Five, Bobbi Humphrey, Barclay James Harvest, X-101, Roy Ayers, Sun Ra Arkestra, The Buckinghams, Anthony Braxton, Deakin, Hasil Adkins, Lightning Bolt, Lungfish, Minnie Riperton, Nas, Stiv Bators, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Arcadia, Jacques Brel, Glenn Branca, Mad Mike, It's A Beautiful Day, The Slackers, Pole, Alison Limerick, Fifty Foot Hose, Main Source, The Fire Engines, Wasted Youth, Leonard Cohen, Flash Fearless, Chris Corsano, Banda Bassotti, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)